1:54 PM |
But poetry, beauty, romance, love-- We stay alive for these.
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Yesterday was a blip.
Yesterday, I
1) was sick
2) watched telly
3) lounged around on Facebook . Which, by the way, is getting the very the boring. As much as Facebook's a useful networking tool and all, I ssssstill think it teeters on the primitive side. Just a little.
Specially Fighter's Club-- because really-- like we need another reason to fight each other?!
4) ran
5) read poetry
6) attempted to meditate; which worked for all of two-and-a-half minutes until the phone rang
7) lay in bed for an hour listening to Remy Zero
8) went outside and walked in the rain
9) got scolded for walking in the rain
10) got sicker
and that was about it.
...I've realized that I'm rather partial to Wordsworth. He writes a lot about fairies.
I like that guy. (:
Poe and Keats are definite tops on my list, too. I'm waiting to get better so's I can head to Borders and purchase my poetry fix.
My head feels like it's been filled with heelyum.
Okay time for more Febs.
(And we are hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive-
I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye.
Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before;
What a feeble attempt just to feel alive. )
